Finally with a whirl and tapestry of happiness, contentment.  How did I get here.  A form of fortune unintended and otherworldly, or was it some decision.

After my last call with JO, I’m focused on self and my character, vulnerability, but in another form.  Writing till I find something, till something takes a tangible talk and complexion.  Sitting here waiting for answers from the stars, letting them talk to me before their visible.

Cosmic gestures today, and I feel them. 

Colors and shapes, feels and seasonal hues greet me, pull my hand and me one way, then another.  Questions and orders, mysteries freed and I can only more intimately read.